EROTICA: MAKING HIM HARD, THE ALPHA LOVES THE BRAT

by Allysa Mkermo

  I breathed a sigh of relief. Alcohol seemed irresistible. “Could I get a glass of sherry? If you have it.”

  “I got it.” Garret turned to Harry. “Would you like something, Harry?”

  “A gin and tonic,” Harry said. “If it’s not too much trouble.”

  “Not at all,” Garret said as he prepared the drinks. He grabbed the two glasses and handed me my sherry. “For the lady.” He turned and walked toward Harry. “For the gentleman.”

  Harry grabbed the drink and took a hearty gulp. “And what will the lord of the manner be having?” Harry asked.

  Garret smiled. “The lord of the manor will be having a glass of Macallan 18.”

  “On the rocks?” Harry asked.

  Garret shot him an irritated look. “Never. I will of course, just put a smidgen of water in.”

  Garret poured three fingers of the scotch into the glass and added a single drop of water. He closed his eyes and took a sip. “That’s good.”

  Garret turned around and looked at me. I nervously drank some of my sherry.

  “Take a seat.” Garret gestured to an armchair that was closer to Harry than his actual desk. I did as instructed and sat down.

  We all sat in silence for quite some time; at least it felt that way. It was probably no more than thirty seconds, but it felt like an eternity. I sat there, trying not to fidget. To pass the silence, I began drinking more and more of my sherry. Before I could stop myself, I found that I had polished off three quarters of the wine in my glass. Shit, I thought. They’re going to think I’m a fucking alcoholic! I stopped myself before instinctively taking yet another drink.

  Garret seemed to sense my unease and he chuckled. “I know this is a little overwhelming for you, Janet. I bet you never expected to meet me.”

  “Well, I . . . I don’t know,” I stammered. “I was kind of wondering why you had invited me out here. I report directly to Bob Patterson, the CFO. That’s who I usually give my work to.”

  “We know that,” Garret said in a more serious tone. “That’s exactly why we wanted to talk to you.”

  I felt my skin prickle. The mood had changed from pleasure to business. I was both relieved and alarmed. “May I ask, why?”

  “We’ve been noticing an alarming trend in Cumberland’s profits,” Harry said, speaking for the first time in a while. “A glitch, if you will. There were significant sums of money going missing. Sometimes it would be upticks in the expenditures for marketing or R&D or operations. Every quarter, some department of Cumberland Holdings seemed to spend more money than usual. We had our own people run the numbers and it wasn’t making any sense to us, until we acquired your report today.”

  “I don’t understand,” I said. “I haven’t heard anything about that from Bob.”

  “That’s precisely the point,” Garret said. “We raised this issue with Mr. Patterson several times and he was never quite able to solve the problem. Then Harry read your original quarterly report and compared it with Patterson’s report. It was then we found out exactly what he was doing.”

  “Oh my God,” I said, realizing the significance of what Harry just said. “Bob was stealing from the company?”

  “It certainly looks that way,” Garret said. “Clever little scheme. Every quarter he would embezzle a little from a different department. If he had stopped earlier we probably wouldn’t have caught him, but that’s greed for you.” Garret took another drink and sighed. “I’ve contacted the rest of the board members and they’ve agreed he needs to go. We may even take legal action.”

  A plethora of fears began racing through my mind. Did Garret want me fired? Was I going to be arrested? I decided to be honest, all the while hoping that they didn’t want my head on a spike.

  “I had no idea,” I said, trying to give the most sincere mea culpa of my life. “This happened right under my nose, and I’m so sorry that I didn’t─”

  Garret held up a hand. “We’re not blaming you. If you were in on it, you wouldn’t have sent Harry the real reports.”

  “If it wasn’t for you, we wouldn’t have any idea this was going on,” Harry said.

  “We’re trying to say thank you,” Garret said. “You’ve done Cumberland Holdings a big favor, which brings me to the reason why I invited you out here.” Garret cleared his throat. “With Patterson out of the picture, we’re going to need a new CFO.” Garret smiled and took a drink of his brown whiskey. “How would you like the job?”

  Garret’s words left me speechless. Suddenly, a new fear bubbled up inside of me. Me? The Chief Financial Officer of Cumberland Holdings Incorporated? I finished off the rest of my sherry, much to Garret’s delight.

  “Why me?” I squeaked.

  “The biggest mistake the board made was hiring Patterson. He was an outsider with no loyalty to Cumberland or its owners. You’re different. From everything Harry tells me, you seem like the ideal candidate from within to take over the position.”

  I glanced over to Harry who simply nodded.

  “What do you say?” Garret said with a devilish grin.

  The words came out of my mouth without a second thought. “I think you’d better get me another drink. When do I start?”

  Harry gave a hearty laugh and Garret’s grin grew ear to ear. The billionaire got out of his chair and took my glass and filled it to the brim with sherry. He polished off the remainder of his whiskey and promptly refilled it.

  “I think this is going to be a wonderful relationship,” Garret said, handing me the wine.

  “I couldn’t agree more.” I said

  We clinked glasses. I drank a good portion of the wine and exhaled.

  Garret took a sip of his whiskey and gestured to a petite couch near the bookcase. “Take a seat. Those chairs are for business. The couch is for pleasure.”

  I took a seat on the left cushion and Garret settled in on the middle couch. My heart began to beat faster. The promotion and sherry combined with Garret’s close proximity heightened my senses. His face was smooth and tan with a couple days' worth of stubble. If there was something I loved, it was five o'clock shadow. It was the perfect balance between a clean-shaven pencil-pusher and an untidy slob.

  “So what do you do when you’re not counting beans?” Garret asked with that same devilish grin.

  “Oh, I don’t know,” I mustered. “I live a pretty normal life. I hang out with friends, go shopping, read a good book when I have the time.”

  “No boyfriend?” Garret probed.

  Once again, I was speechless. Was Howard Garret, billionaire genius, flirting with me? Suddenly, the article I read earlier came to mind. It said that Garret was single and didn’t even seem to like dating. How could a man that was so bold, so brilliant, and so flirtatious, not have a steady woman or women in his life? If he was gay, why even ask? I hesitated, but decided to roll the dice.

  “No boyfriend,” I said. I flashed him a bawdy smile. “Single and ready to mingle, if you know what I mean.”

  “How can that be?” Garret asked playfully with a hint of real sincerity. “A young looker like you with no sweetheart?”

  “I could ask the same of you.”

  I locked stares with Garret. His eyes were like two brilliant emeralds. No photograph or portrait could do those magnificent eyes justice. If my heart was beating fast before, it was going at light speed as Garret serenaded me with his glorious gaze. The world seemed to fall apart around me as I lost myself in Howard Garret’s jade stare.

  Chapter 3

  Garret grabbed me by the shoulders and pulled me in close. There was no nuance anymore, just desire. He wanted me and I wanted him. We locked lips and his tongue wrapped around mine. I felt his hands on my breasts and my nipples hardened. Within seconds, the jacket of my pantsuit was on the floor followed in earnest by my shirt. Garret’s hands moved all around me and before I knew it, my bra had been removed leaving my voluptuous curves fully exposed. He rose to his feet, our lips still in the midst of that indescribable embrace. He p
ulled away and began to unbutton his shirt. Button by button came undone, until he finally threw it off, revealing glistening muscles and a perfect physique.

  Suddenly, a pair of veiny hands began caressing Garret’s bare torso. I was stunned for a second, but only a second, until I realized who those hands belonged to. Harry’s face suddenly appeared over Garret’s shoulder and he began nibbling on the billionaire’s ear. Too aroused to ask questions, I slid my pants and panties off. Harry’s hands reached around Garret’s waist and unbuckled his belt. Garret began a throaty moan that made me wet. I slid my fingers past my navel and began pleasuring myself to the spectacle before me. Never in a thousand years, in a thousand dreams, or in a thousand what-ifs, could I imagine Harry and Garret like this and I was grateful for the privilege to witness the two strapping men go at each other. Garret’s pants fell to his ankles and his boxers soon followed. The billionaire’s bronze body was perfect in every conceivable way, like a figure from Greek mythology come to life.

  Garret’s smooth, uncut, cock hung out and Harry grabbed ahold of it. Garret became quickly aroused and his member expanded in his lover’s grip. Harry began rubbing his boss’s shaft and Garret’s throaty moan grew louder and louder. Harry stepped in front of Garret, keeping his hand on his manhood. Harry had already stripped naked and I could barely keep myself from salivating at the sight of his body. His muscles were so toned, large, and pronounced that it looked as if he could break Garret in half if he so desired. His pale skin was full of vibrant, thick, veins that ran along his biceps, triceps, and forearms. The billionaire’s head cocked back as Harry went to work on his long shaft. Garret’s throaty moaning turned into a series of quick pants. Not wanting him to finish early, Harry spun Garret around and started planting pecks on the chairman’s neck. He brought Garret close to him with a big bear hug and kissed him on the lips. As the spectacle unfolded in front of me, I dug two of my fingers deep inside and felt pangs of pleasure spread throughout my entire being.

  Harry stuck his nose into the side of Garret’s head and began taking in Garret’s aroma. His nostrils flared in and out and his eyes rolled into the back of his head as if he had just ingested some kind of drug. He was high on Garret; he was drunk on the scent of his lover and I knew that he wanted more. I sunk my fingers deeper inside my snatch, sticking them all the way to my knuckles. As good as it, felt, I wanted to be at the lustful epicenter. I stood up and threw myself onto Garret. He embraced me and we met lips once more.

  Harry quickly joined us. I detached from Garret and jumped onto Harry. All of the fantasies I had daydreamed of didn’t hold a candle to the real thing. One shot from those hazel eyes of his and I would’ve leaped off a building if he asked me to. Harry grabbed my face and kissed me so deeply and passionately, that for a moment I even forgot about Garret. As if he read my mind, Garret inserted himself in the middle of our kissing and the three of us met in a torrent of tongues and lips. There was no time, no place, no care other than each other. The entire population of the cosmos was comprised of myself and the two living gods with their lips on me. Without uttering a single word, we changed positions. I was sandwiched between Garret and Harry. As I stood face-to-face with Garret, I could feel his green eyes feasting on my body. On the back of my neck, I felt Harry’s warm breath. We belonged to each other, a troika that no one or no force could ever break

  Bliss would be an insult in describing the sensation of the two men thrusting themselves inside me. Garret stuck his long member into my dripping pussy and I wailed with pleasure. Then I was hit with the double tap as Harry’s tip entered my asshole. Having never had anal sex before, I screamed as Harry slowly slid his girthy cock into my tight ass. Harry’s massive manhood went deeper and deeper inside, resulting in a whole new sensation; an unexplored and unknown feeling that reverberated throughout me like the echoes of some classic ballad.

  “Fuck, you’re tight!” Harry exclaimed in a rare show of vulnerability. “Oh God, oh God!”

  I would have responded, but I was beyond words at that point; all I could muster were cries of gratifying ecstasy.

  Not to be out done, Garret really began going to town. If Harry was smelling the roses, Garret was digging up the whole garden with increasing speed and tenacity. He was fucking me so hard that I couldn’t even think. The only thing I could do was breath and even that was a chore. Pain and pleasure became one in the same as the two went deeper and faster. All I could do was hold on as Garret made love to me in front and Harry took me from behind.

  The intensity of the dual love making was growing more powerful by the second. My senses teetered on the point of madness. Just as I could swear my breaking point was breeched, tenderness arose out of the fury. Garret and Harry arrived at a seamless equilibrium of love making, matching their movements at the same time like the rising of wave. It was intense, but not painfully so; the perfect speed and depth that maximized every positive sensation. My cries of bliss rose and fell with the rhythm of the thrusting as the two adonises made love to me. The sounds of the glorious sex had turned into a single voice of flesh meeting flesh and intense cries. The three people in the room turned into a single creature, birthed out of our white-hot passion. The creature writhed and gnashed as it took on a life of its own. It was clawing to the top of a massive summit that no one had ever dared climb. The climax was coming closer and closer, until finally all three parts of the creature erupted in pleasure.

  We collapsed onto the floor, a mass of bare limbs and naked splendor. The three of us remained there for quite some time. We cuddled together and held each other close. One of Harry’s meaty bicep was wrapped around the small of my back and Garret had both arms around my shoulders. I laid between the two he-men in a perfect state of tranquility with the feeling that everything I had ever needed or wanted had been fulfilled in that study. Anything else wouldn’t even come close to being as good. The summit had been reached and my flag planted. There was nothing left to do but lay there in awe of what had just happened. I didn’t know or care how long we stayed like that. In fact, I didn’t want it to end. I no longer cared about the luxury of the mansion or the promotion at Cumberland. There would never be a greater, more beautiful, more valuable thing then the two stunning men I was with.

  STORY FORTY-NINE

  Chapter One

  To understand my story I have to go back to when I was 6 years old. My mother married my stepfather, Dan, and we moved to another town. There I meant my best friend, Becca.

  She lived next door to us, and she was a fixture in my home from almost the first day. My mother and father let her stay with us almost every night. It was like having a built in sister. Her parents were always fighting and well mine felt bad for the young girl.

  Becca was not only my best friend, but soon became a part of our family as well. My parents even bought a bigger bed to place in my room as we grew older. That way we weren’t cramped in the smaller bed.

  Her parents didn’t seem to care if she was home or not. I think they liked to fight and then maybe make up. But as a young girl I just enjoyed the fact that my parents allowed her to stay so often.

  So when we were both 14 and my mother died in an accident, she grieved just like I did. Along with my step father who seemed to have lost his best friend when my mother passed.

  Dan was always good with us. He would take us to get ice cream, and as we aged he looked out for both of us.

  I remember a long time ago, Becca suggested that we practiced kissing.

  “Come on Jen, it will help us when boys ask us out. Do you want to seem like you’ve never kissed?” Becca said one night as we lie in bed.

  “Well no, but won’t they expect that?” I questioned.

  “Sure they will, but they’ll think we are so much more experienced.”

  So we kissed and she slipped her tongue into my mouth. I pulled back and refused to kiss her again. Perhaps it was because it had felt so good and I was scared. However, we never did anything like that again. No matter
how much she would push me I wouldn’t budge.

  Growing older though she told me we should touch each other, and learn what we like. “It will help out when the guys ask us about sex. We’ll know what we like and what we don’t really like.”

  I shook my head and told her no. However, that night as I lie besides her sleeping she had allowed her hands to roam over my body. I think she expected me to wake up. While I did, I still lay quiet, and acted like I was asleep.

  I must admit that her fingers felt good when they rubbed over my pussy. But I held in the moan and she finally stopped.

  Perhaps I am the one who caused the event to happen, or maybe it was just her curiosity. It took place when we had just turned 18. We had a couple of months until we graduated high school.

  She was still staying almost every night at our place. Dan had taken to calling her his second daughter. I joked and called her my sister. But in the back of my mind I wondered what it would feel like to experiment with her once more. I didn’t react on those feelings though and she never said anything about them either. Instead she went in another direction.

  “You know Jen, Dan is really hot. Have you ever really looked at him? Have you seen his body when we go swimming?” She talked quietly to me one night as we lay in bed.

  “Are you kidding, he’s my dad.” I stated. The truth was I had noticed Dan’s body. He had a ripped muscular chest, and hair on it that I wanted to run my hand through.

  “He’s just your stepfather, not your real dad.” She rolled her eyes at me.

  “Well you may be right, but still I shouldn’t look at him like that.”

  “Why not? You know soon we’ll be going away to college, and that will mean guys. Guys mean having sex, and have you actually had sex yet? Don’t answer that, I know you haven’t. Remember we’re together almost all the time. Except the few classes we have that are different.” She looked at me, waiting for me to deny it.